My mind spins like a web
Netting everything within its vortex
Acquiring more than a mouthful
Unable to regurgitate the parts which are inedible
My mind bleeds a sickness
Fed by the obscene
Entangling within itself when the warm wind blows
Waiting patiently for fortification
Starving, is my mind
But enticing only the most unpalatable of multitude
My mind seeks, tendrils searching
Delving for the sublime venery
Sustenance of flavor
Will only serve my voracious appetite

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